May 20, 2008


William Steig - for details click the picture

Somewhere in Bukowski there's a line about being young and talking about death and wanting to die fucking, and then getting older and hoping to die quietly, alone. This is how I feel about fame.

When I was in school it seemed life would be wonderful if everyone knew who I was, but the older I get the more obscurity suits me. How lucky I am that a) I'm still alive, and b) almost nobody knows what I've done. Life becomes a secret, an action and not a performance, and everything is quickly forgotten.

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